Misery

The sun’s shining bright, but clouds block out the rays of light it emits,

You're like a new born baby, wrapped from head to toe in your stratus blanket,

For the majority of your life you feel like you've been hibernating in the shade,

You continuously pray for the heavens to open so you no longer have to be afraid,

If they release you, they have the power to end your misery,

You shouldn’t have to live in fear of those who should love you unconditionally. 

Paolo Driussi